Not For The First Time: Friday Fictioneers

The foreman cursed and screamed. Jesús understood little, but he took the meaning.

The foreman eventually lost all composure, taking Jesús up by the straps of his overalls and fairly lifting him off the ground. His reddening face now inches away, flecks of spittle landing on Jesús’ cheeks as he shouted each word, spacing them so they would land like stones tossed into a pond.

YOU GO NOW TO SEE THE BOSS.

Jesús turned in his tools and walked slowly to the trailer.

Not for the first time he wished his English was better. He could explain, then.

I must be a bit thick. I thought it was a great piece as it displays two characters well and the intolerance of one and the difficulties communicating when you don’t know the language as a migrant on the other. I gather from the comments that perhaps this was a story of alien beings. That I didn’t get at all. I too would love to hear his explanation. It could also have been the story of the crucifixion.